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The Party. I'm so very tired today. I could sleep and sleep but still be totally out of it. Woke up with blood all over my face and chest, my cheek pressed up against Mike's stomach. I had a huge need for water, so I looked in the mirror, saw what a state my hair was in, pulled on a red cap, and went downstairs to get a drink. I was greeted by a sea of what looked like dead bodies all over my living room floor. I thought, "Hmm.. This has got to be a dream..", what with the blood all over me and all. I wandered into the kitchen and there were two people going at it on my kitchen counter. At this point I kind of snapped back into reality and remembered the 'party' that had gone on the night before. I got my drink and got out of the kitchen as quick as I could, muttering to myself about how much I'd have to disinfect the counter now. I went into the living room and kicked the nearest body, which happened to be Nick's. He wasn't dead. Damn it. Feeling dizzy and sick, I went back upstairs, only to find Mike being sick. Not really what I wanted to see. I went into his room and collapsed on the bed for about 20 minutes, to be woken by the stinging on my chest. I went over to Mike's full-length mirror and looked at myself. "Shit.." I murmered, running my fingers over the red lines on my chest. Slowly it was all coming back to me. Stephen. Clearly he had alot of sexual frustration, having not had any for 6 months or so. Loyal boyfriend that he is, I suppose it got too much for him. I'm well aware of Stephen's kinky side, and how he often takes it too far. I experienced that last night when he slapped me hard accross the face twice, punched me (which caused a nose bleed, explaining why I had blood on my face), and used his barbed rings on my chest. I'm not even going to go into how much my ass hurt. Yeah, Stephen likes to make you scream, and you're going to scream quite a bit when you get a 7 inch dick up your ass with no lube. After Stephen had had his fun, I'd gone to bed. Mike was already up there trying to sleep because he'd drank too much and got a bad headache. I crawled into bed feeling sorry for myself, when I saw the hugest spider I had ever seen moving slowly across my ceiling. I screamed and woke Mike up, trying to get words out to explain to him that there was a fucking massive spider coming towards my head. He told me to stop being stupid and go to sleep =|. By this time I was crying and shaking and eventually he looked and discovered I wasn't imagining things or exaggerating the size of it and caught it in a glass, before throwing it out the window. Well I couldn't sleep after that so I went back downstairs and rejoined the party for a while. I don't remember anything between then and morning, but I got upstairs somehow. Most of the people have gone now, though there's still Matt and his fiancé Stevie sleeping on one couch, Jayde and Troy (who's a girl with a guys name..) watching TV, and Nick, Kyle, and Chris looking at me and whispering.. They all want my ass. Clearly. Mike went out for a jog about half an hour ago, and Stephen's still asleep as far as I know. And before some people, well, one person, says I'm a bad father, my mom was babysitting Damien. When I went to pick him up I stayed for a bit and played with Harvey. Aww, he's so cute now.. He no longer looks like a rat. It's so weird suddenly having a brother. Well, half brother. My mom was like "He's going to look up to you when he's older so calm down a bit, yeah?" and I'm like "I'm going to be old by then.. When he's 16 I'll be 35. Oh my God.. I'm going to be so boring. He's going to hate me.". When I came home I came on here and wrote this, and that's you updated. |
